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Ooh if I gave you peaches
Out of my own garden
And I made you a peach cobbler
Would you slap me out?
Wonder if I gave you diamonds
Out of my own womb
Would you feel the love in that
Or ask why not the moon
If I gave you sanity
For the whole of humanity
Had all the solutions for the pain and pollution
No matter where I live
Despite the things I give
You'll always be this way
So go ahead and ...
Hate on me.
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